Iles où Ton transportait les condamnés

2. « Heav'n bless my son, from Ireland let him reign, To far Barbadoes on the western main ;

of bis dominion may no end be known, And greater than his father's be his throne ) Beyond Love's Kingdom let him stretch his pen ! » He paus'd ; and ail the people cried, Amen.

Then thus continued he : « My son , advance Still in new impudence, new ignorance.

Success let others teach; learn thou, from mo Pangs withoutbirth, and fruitless industry.

Let Virtuoses in five years be wril; Yet not one thought accuse thy loil of wit.

Let 'em be ail by thy own model made Of dulness, and désire no foreign aid ; That they to future âges may be known, Not copies drawn, but issue of thy own.

Nay, let thy men of wit, too, be the same, AU full of thee, and dilTring but in name. »

« stiches *. » Ainsi se déploie l'insultante mascarade, non point étudiée et polie comme ZeLiifrindeBoileau, mais pompeuse et crue, poussée en avant par un souffle brutal et poétique, comme on voit un grand navire entrer dans les bourbes de la Tamise, toutes voiles ouvertes et froissant Teau.

C'est dans ces trois poèmes que le grand art d'écrire, signe et source de la littérature classique, apparut pour la première fois. Un nouvel esprit naissait tt renouvelait l'art avec le reste; désormais et pour un siècle, les idées s'engendrent et s'ordonnent par une loi différente de celle qui jusqu'alors les a formées. Sous Spencer et Shakspeare, les mots vivants

1. a Like mine, tliy gentle nurabers feebly creep; Thy tragic muse gives smiles; thy comic, sleep. With whate'er gall thou sett'st thy se If lo Write, Thy inoffensive satires never bite.

In thy felonious lieart though venom lies, It does but touch thy Irish pen, and dies.

Thy genius caiis thee not to purchase famé In keen lambics, but mild Anagram.

Leave writing plays, and choose for thy comniand Sorae peaceful province in Acrostic land.

There thou may'st wings display, and altars raise, And torture one poor word len thousand wa\s.

Or, if thou wouldst thy diffrent talents suit,* Set thy own songs, and sing them 10 thy hite. »

He Sdid: but his last words were scarceiy heard For Bruce and Longvil had a trap prepaied'; And down ihsy sent the yet declaiming bard.

Sinking, he let his drugget robe behind, •Borne upwprds by a subterranean wimf.

The mantlé fell to the young prophet's part With double portion of his fatner's art